Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

Then, with the flick of a finger, Chen Mu met the descending Spring Autumn Sword without any hesitation. His contact with the blade caused the brilliantly glowing sword to bend suddenly, tremble violently, and fly back even faster than it had come.


Fu Jingyuan and Ji Yuanshan were both dumbfounded for a moment.


A Grandmaster from the Blood Hidden Pavilion, secretly positioned about forty to fifty yards behind Chen Mu, watched this scene with pupils suddenly shrinking in a mixture of shock and disbelief.


One of the top Grandmasters in the Cold North, known as Spring Autumn Sword, he had dominated the region for decades with a formidable reputation.


His strike with the Spring Autumn Sword, where the Sword Qi solidified into threads, was such that even a grandmaster like Fu Jingyuan, if daring to block it directly, would likely be cleaved in half, with no possibility of parrying it head-on.


Chapter 352: Killing a Grandmaster with a Flick of a Finger_3